Let me list off some things- First of all, The Crystal. Whether it's "The Crystal of Truth", or "The Dark Crystal", it seems, based on how it interacts with particular creatures, and by it's own nature, seems like it's just one great big kyber crystal. It's got strange properties that crystals just should not have, and it even seems to act with limited consciousness.

Augra is clearly sensitive to The Force, even if her power is largely uncultivated and thus limited to her obvious bond with The Crystal, and Thra by extension. While she was in a dormant state, sending her "mind" or "spirit" out to explore the universe, the Skeksis corruption of the Crystal severed her connection to Thra, as a limited microcosm of The Force, hence why she didn't notice and immediately return to stop them- they cut her off from The Force, and she had to reestablish it herself by "relearning the song of Thra".

The Skeksis and the Mystics, as well as their previously joined form, were clearly space farers, albeit by a more primitive, Force/"magic" dependent means. They were also clearly sensitive to the force, not only by their unique ability to interact with The Crystal as they do, as well as their strange bond with each other.

The Skeksis are pursuing immortality, a popular activity of Sith most noteably, and an endeavor to which The Crystal is central because-

Thra is clearly of a similar nature to Tython, as well as it's moons. It's made clear that The Skeksis are helping themselves to the life force of Thra itself, through The Crystal, to sustain themselves. It's said, in the series, that all life returns to Thra, and The Crystal of Truth is it's heart, but it's also stated from the very beginning that The Crystal is losing it's ability to sustain the Skeksis. This is because they are taking life from the world, while giving nothing back. The film, which is later on in their timeline, shows a Thra that has become barren, mostly around the castle where The Crystal is kept. There's a ritual involved in the death of Gelflings, referred to as "returning them to Thra". This suggests to me that Thra itself is connected to The Force, and The Crystal itself sustains the world through maintaining a balance, a balance that the Skeksis and their predecessors continue to disrupt, even corrupting The Crystal itself. This corruption even initiated my next point-

The Darkening. Due to the continuing corruption of The Crystal of Truth, and it's relationship to Thra itself, a similar corruption began spreading through the ecosystems and infecting the wild-life. Creatures infected with "The Darkening" become wild/wilder, violent, aggressive, and dangerous. It also turned out, The Emperor of the Skeksis is aware of The Darkening, and has been attempting to cultivate and control it, taking it into a special crystal, set in his scepter, even though doing so is causing it to corrupt and eat away at his body; obvious signs of having given oneself over too much to the Dark Side of The Force. similarly, an old, intelligent tree, a subterranean Gelfling named Deet, and the Emperor interact with The Darkening in a very familiar way: The Tree, and later, Deet, absorb, or take in, the corruption of The Darkening, and it resembles purple lightening when this takes place. The Emperor, in the season finale, attempts to wield what Darkening he's collected as a weapon against the Gelflings, and it resembles- that's right- a purple Force Lightning. Deet again absorbs it, and fires it right back at them, actually killing one of the Skeksis with it (a very significant event, since the skeksis have established themselves as god rulers among mortals, thus, can't die/be killed, but thats just silly plot stuff ).

Mutants. The final scene of season one reveals that the Skeksis have begun creating The Garthim; using power from the corrupted crystal, as well as parts from very strong, intelligent creatures of Thra (the Arathim, a spider like species with a singular consciousness, and Gruenak). Within the extended universe, Sith did often engage in experimentation that included deliberate reshaping/mutating of existing lifeforms, including intelligent ones, and drew upon The Dark Side in some capacity to achieve this.

So, there we have it, Thra is likely floating around somewhere in The Unknown Regions of space in the Star Wars Universe ]]>HumourTue, 10 Sep 2019 02:15:25 +0000Small or large curd cottage cheese? - by: Carlos.Martinez3https://templeofthejediorder.org/forum/Humour/122848-small-or-large-curd-cottage-cheese?start=10#342927
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I wouldn't say he learned to blindly follow as much as he learned to view the bigger picture. Sometimes the best heros are never known, and he was too concerned with his title as the greatest pilot in the resistance (pretty sure we learned that title before we even learned his name). It was a lesson that, I think, will make him into a great leader for the Rebellion moving forward.]]>HumourTue, 30 Jan 2018 13:56:17 +0000Luke and R2's Adventure ;P - by: Prestonhttps://templeofthejediorder.org/forum/Humour/120727-luke-and-r2-s-adventure-p#313855
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For the first twelve years of our marriage Beth and I happily set the neighborhood standard for comfort and luxury. It was an established fact that we were brighter and more successful but the community seemed to accept our superiority without much complaint and life flowed on the way it should. I used to own a hedge polisher, an electric shovel, and three Rolex gas grills that stood side by side in the backyard. One was for chicken, one for beef, and the third I had specially equipped to steam the oriental pancakes we were always so fond of. When the holidays rolled around I used to rent a moving van and drive into the city, snatching up every bright new extravagance that caught my eye. Our twin sons, Taylor and Weston, could always count on the latest electronic toy or piece of sporting equipment. Beth might receive a "riding vacuum cleaner or a couple pair of fur-lined jeans and those were just the stocking stuffers! There were disposable boats, ultrasuede basketballs, pewter knapsacks, and solar-powered card shufflers. I'd buy them shoes and clothes and bucketfuls of jewelry from the finest boutiques and department stores. Far be it from me to snoop around for a bargain or discount. I always paid top dollar, thinking that those foot-long price tags really meant something about Christmas. After opening our gifts we'd sit down to a sumptuous banquet, feasting on every imaginable variety of meat and pudding. When one of us got full and felt uncomfortable, we'd stick a silver wand down our throats, throw up, and start eating allover again. In effect, we weren't much different from anyone else. Christmas was a season of bounty and to the outside world, we were just about the most bountiful people anyone could think of. We thought we were happy but that all changed on one crisp Thanksgiving day shortly after the Cottinghams arrived.

If my memory serves me correctly, the Cottinghams were trouble from the very first moment they moved in next door. Doug, Nancy, and their unattractive eight-year-old daughter, Eileen, were exceedingly envious and greedy people. Their place was a little smaller than ours but it made sense, seeing as there were four of us and only three of them. Still though, something about the size of our house so bothered them that they hadn't even unpacked the first suitcase before starting construction on an indoor skating rink and a three'-thousand-square-foot pavilion where Doug could show off his collection of pre-Columbian sofa beds. Because we felt like doing so, Beth and I then began construction on an indoor soccer field and a five-thousand-square-foot rotunda where I could comfortably display my collection of pre-pre-Columbian sofa beds. Doug would tell all the neighbors I'd stolen the idea from him but I'd been thinking about pre-pre-Columbian sofa beds long before the Cottinghams pulled into town. They just had to cause trouble, no matter what the cost. When Beth and I built a seven-screen multiplex theater they had to go and build themselves a twelve-screener, This went on and on and, to make a long story short, within a year's time neither one of us had much of a yard. The two houses now butted right up against each other and we blocked out the west-side windows so that we wouldn't have to look into their gaudy fitness center or second-story rifle range.

Despite their competitive nature, Beth and I tried our best to be neighborly and occasionally invite them over for rooftop barbecues and so forth. I'd attempt to make adult conversation, saying something like "I just paid eight thousand dollars for a pair of sandals that don't even fit me." Doug would counter, saying that he himself had just paid ten thousand for a single flip-flop he wouldn't wear even if it did fit him. He was always very combative that way. I fit cost you seventy thousand dollars to have a cavity filled, you could bet your boots it cost him at least a hundred and twenty five thousand. I suffered his company for the better part of a year until one November evening when we got into a spat over which family sent out the most meaningful Christmas card. Beth and I normally hired a noted photographer to snap a portrait of the entire family surrounded by the gifts we had received the year before. In- side the card would be the price of these gifts along with the message "Christmas Means Giving." The Cottinghams favored their card, which consisted of a Xeroxed copy of Doug and Nancy's stock portfolio. I said that while it is all very well and good to have money, their card said nothing about the way they spent money. Like our card said, Christmas means giving and even if he were to gussy up his stock report with a couple of press-on candy canes it would still fail to send the proper holiday message. The conversation grew quite heated and some punches were thrown between the wives. We'd all had a few drinks and by the time the Cottinghams left our house it was generally assumed that our friendship was over. I dwelled upon the incident for a day or two and then turned my attention toward the approaching holidays. We'd just finished another of our gut-busting Thanksgiving dinners and Beth, the boys, and I were watching a bullfight on TV. We could watch whatever we wanted back then because we still had our satellite dish. Juan Carlos Ponce de Velasquez had just been gored something fierce and we were all acting pretty excited about it when the doorbell rang. I figured one of the boys had ordered a pizza and opened the door surprised to find a foul-smelling beggar. He was a thin, barefooted man with pepperoni. sized scabs on his legs and an unkempt beard smeared with several different varieties of jam. I sensed it was the jam we'd thrown into the garbage the night before and one look at our overturned trash can told me I was right. This had me pretty ticked off but before I could say anything about it, the old bum pulled out a coffee mug and started whining for money.

When Beth asked who was at the door I called out, "Code Blue," which was our secret signal that one of us should release the hounds. We had two of them back then, big Dobermans named Butterscotch and Mr. Lewis. Beth tried to summon them from the dining room but, having gorged themselves on turkey and stuffing, it was all they could do to lift their heads and vomit. Seeing as they were laid up, I got down on my hands and knees and bit the guy myself. Maybe it was the bullfight but, for whatever reason, I had a sudden taste for blood. My teeth barely broke the skin but that was all it took to send the old coot hobbling over to the Cottinghams’ place. I watched him pound upon their door, knowing full well what would happen when he told competitive Doug Copy Cat that I'd given him one measly bite on the calf. Beth called me into the house for one reason or another and when I returned to the door a few minutes later, I saw Helvetica, the Cottinghams’ maid, taking a photograph of Doug, Nancy, and Eileen handing the tramp a one-dollar bill.

I knew something was up and, sure enough, two weeks later I came to find that exact same snapshot on the Cottinghams’ Christmas card along with the words "Christmas means giving." That had always been our slogan and here he'd stolen it, twisting the message in an attempt to make us appear selfish. It had never been our way to give to others but I started having second thoughts when I noticed the phenomenal response the Cottinghams received on the basis of their Christmas card. Suddenly they were all anyone was talking about. Walk into any holiday party and you'd hear, "Did you see it? I think it's positively enchanting. Here these people donated money to an absolute stranger! Can you beat that? A whole dollar they gave to this vagrant person with absolutely nothing to his name. If you ask me, those Cottinghams are a couple of very brave and generous people."

Doug would probably say that I unfairly stole his idea when I myself became a generous person but this was not the case. I'd been thinking of being generous long before he showed up on the scene and, besides that, if he could illegally pinch my holiday slogan, why couldn't I casually borrow a concept that had been around for a good ten years ? When I first told people that I had given two dollars to the Inner City Headache Fund they turned away as if they didn't believe me. Then I actually did give two dollars to the Headache Fund and boy, did things ever change once I started flashing around that canceled check! Generosity can actually make people feel quite uncomfortable if you talk about it enough. I don't mean the bad "boring uncomfortable" but something much richer. If practiced correctly, generosity can induce feelings of shame, inadequacy, and even envy, to name just a few. The most important thing is that you keep some written or visual proof of your donation, otherwise there's really no point in giving to charity. Doug Cottingham would say I took that line from him but I'm pretty sure I read it in a tax manual.

I carried my canceled check to all the important holiday parties but people lost interest shortly after New Year’s Eve. The sea- sons passed and I forgot all about my generosity until the following Thanksgiving, when the old tramp returned to our neighborhood. He must have remembered the previous year'’ bite to the leg and, as a result, he was just about to pass us by when we called him in for a good dose of benevolence. First we videotaped him eating a palmful of leftover stuffing and then I had Beth snap a picture as I handed the geezer a VCR. It was an old top-loading Betamax but put a new cord on it and I’m sure it would have worked just fine. We watched then as he strapped it on his back and headed next door to continue his begging. The sight of that VCR was all it took for that skunk Doug Cottingham, who stepped into his house and returned to present the old codger with an eight-track tape deck and, oh, once again their maid was on hand to take a picture of it. We then called the tramp over to our house and gave him a year- old blow-dryer. The Cottinghams responded with a toaster oven. Within an hour we had advanced to pool tables and StairMasters, Doug gave him a golf cart and I gave him my satellite dish. This accelerated until any fool could see exactly where it was heading. Handing over the keys to his custom-built motorized travel sauna, Doug Cottingham gave me a look that seemed to say, "Top that, Neighbor!" Beth and I had seen that look before and we hated it. I could have easily topped his travel sauna but we were running low on film and thought it best to cut to the chase. Why needlessly escalate when we all knew what was most important? After a brief conference, Beth and I called the tramp back over and asked which he liked better, young boys or young girls. Much to our delight he said that girls were too much of a headache but that he'd had some fun with boys before his last visit to our local state penitentiary. That said, we gave him our ten-year-old sons, Taylor and Weston. Top that, Neighbor! You should have seen the look on Doug Cottingham’s face! That year’s Christmas card was the most meaningful to date. It pictured our sons’ tearful good-bye along with the message "Christmas means giving until it hurts."

We were the toast of the neighborhood that holiday season, back on top where we belonged. Beth and I were the couple to have at any cocktail party or informal tree trimming.

"Where are those supergenerous people with that delightful Christmas card?" someone would ask, and the host would point in our direction while the Cottinghams bitterly gritted their teeth. As a last-ditch effort to better their names they donated their horse-faced daughter, Eileen, to a crew of needy pirates but anyone in the know could see it as the desperate gesture it really was. Once again we were the ones everyone wanted to be with and the warm glow of their admiration carried us through the holiday season. We received a second helping of awe early the following summer when the boys were discovered dead in what used to be Doug Cottingham’s motorized travel sauna. The neighbors all wanted to send flowers but we said we’d prefer them to make a donation in our name to the National Sauna Advisory Board or the Sex Offenders Defense Fund. This was a good move and soon we had established ourselves as "Christlike." The Cottinghams were, of course, furious and immediately set to work on their tired game of oneupsmanship. It was most likely the only thing they thought about but we didn't lose any sleep over it.

For that year’s holiday cards we had settled on the theme "Christmas means giving until it bleeds." Shortly after Thanksgiving Beth and I had visited our local blood bank, where we nearly drained our bodies’ precious accounts. Pale and dizzy from our efforts, it was all we could do to lift a hand and wave to one another from our respective gurneys. We recovered in time and were just sealing our envelopes when the postman delivered our neighbors' holiday card, which read "Christmas means giving of yourself." The cover pictured Doug lying outstretched upon an operating table as a team of surgeons busily, studiously, removed his glistening Cottingham lung. Inside the card was a photograph of the organ's recipient, a haggard coal miner holding a sign that read "Douglas Cottingham saved my life."

How dare he! Beth and I had practically invented the theme of medical generosity and it drove us mad, that smug, superior expression seeping from beneath our neighbor’s surgical mask. Any long-married couple can, in times of crisis, communicate without speaking. This fact was illustrated as my wife and I wordlessly leapt into action. Throwing down her half-sealed envelope, Beth called the hospital while I contacted a photographer from our car phone, arrangements were made and before the night was over r had donated both my eyes, a lung, one of my kidneys, and several important veins surrounding my heart. Having an unnatural attachment to her internal organs, Beth surrendered her scalp, her teeth, her right leg, and both breasts. It wasn't until after her surgery that we realized my wife's contributions were nontransferable, but by that time it was too late to sew them back on. She gave the scalp to a startled cancer patient, made a keepsake necklace of her teeth, and brought the leg and breasts to the animal shelter, where they were hand-fed to a litter of starving Border collies. That made the local evening news and once again the Cottinghams were green with envy over our good fortune. Donating organs to humans was one thing, but the community went wild over what Beth had done for those poor abandoned puppies, At each and every holiday party our hosts would beg my wife to shake their dog’s hand or pass a blessing over the she of their ailing tortoise. The coal-mining recipient of Doug Cottingham’s lung had died when his cigarette set fire to the sheets and bandages covering his chest and now their name was practically worthless.

We were at the Hepplewhites’ Christmas Eve party when I overheard Beth whisper, "That Doug Cottingham couldn’t even donate a decent lung!" She laughed then, long and hard, and I placed my hand upon her shoulder, feeling the gentle bite of her keepsake necklace. I was no doubt drawing a good deal of attention myself, but this was Beth’s night and I gave it to her freely because I was such a generous person. We were a team, she and I, and while I couldn’t see the way people were looking at us, I could feel it just as surely as I sensed the warmth cast off by the Hepplewhites’ roaring fire.

There would be other Christmases, but I think Beth and I both knew that this one was special. In a year’s time we would give away the house, our money, and what remained of our possessions. After scouting around for the right neighborhood, we would move into a village of cardboard boxes located beneath the Ragsdale Cloverleaf. The Cottinghams, true to their nature, would move into a smaller box next door. The begging would go relatively well during the holiday season but come deep winter things would get hard and we’d be visited by wave after wave of sorrow and disease. Beth would die after a long, sad struggle with tuberculosis but not until after Doug Cottingham and his wife had been killed by pneumonia. I’d try not to let it bother me that they had died first but in truth I would have a very difficult time dealing with it. Whenever my jealousy would get the best of me I would reflect back upon that perfect Christmas Eve at the Hepplewhites’. Shuddering beneath my blanket of damp newspapers, I’d try to recall the comforting sound of Beth’s carefree laughter and picture her raw head thrown back in merriment, those bright, gleaming gums reflecting the light of a crystal chandelier. With luck, the memory of our love and generosity would lull me toward a profound and heavy sleep that would last until morning.]]>HumourSat, 16 Dec 2017 23:58:26 +0000Who'd win? - by: MadHatterhttps://templeofthejediorder.org/forum/Humour/119317-who-d-win#307714
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Dunked, and then I was rolled
I've stood, kneeled and sat
I've been meek and then I was bold

I've spent a few seasons
With the goddess and god
Djembe drumming, drinking and dancing
I got married and have a handfasting ring

I've spun around in circles
And I found it quite fun
I've been told to be silent
And then I was told to run

But I never would have believed it
Had I been told
That I might be a Jedi
Before I grow old

]]>HumourFri, 18 Aug 2017 04:50:58 +0000Kicked out of public chat. - by: Brennahttps://templeofthejediorder.org/forum/Humour/118984-kicked-out-of-public-chat?start=20#294732
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-Person causes unacceptable trouble.
-Is banned for said offenses. Offers no real remorse, and uses the "humor" thread to continue the antagonism.
- Publically states intentions to break Totjo rules and mislead people using another account.
-Second person uses well known meme in humorous acknowledgement and dismissal of the drama mongering.
-Third person loses it over meme and goes on unnecessary, equally snarky tirade.
-Other people do snarky things.
-much posturing and righteousness.
-Something about balls... I was kinda lost at that point.
-Everyone gets finger waged by multiple moderators.

I'd have thought the ABS would store 'all' the answers 'somewhere', in it's pure as received form- and that categorization schemes were just for reporting statistical information. So if enough people started being Jedi it might eventually get up on its own maybe.... but doesn't help when people make fun of it. Can we argue religious discrimination ]]>HumourWed, 05 Jul 2017 21:41:22 +0000The Star Wars That I Used To Know - by: Mythoshttps://templeofthejediorder.org/forum/Humour/117972-the-star-wars-that-i-used-to-know?start=10#287291
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]]>HumourThu, 08 Jun 2017 18:19:38 +0000Memes - by: JamesSandhttps://templeofthejediorder.org/forum/Humour/118367-memes#285413
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These seem more like....pictures of things you found on the internet?

(don't get me wrong, elemelons was funny. The other three...I must have missed the joke?)]]>HumourSat, 27 May 2017 03:28:28 +0000Even Gandalf the Grey became a Jedi Knight! - by: Zenchihttps://templeofthejediorder.org/forum/Humour/118240-even-gandalf-the-grey-became-a-jedi-knight?start=20#284816
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ghost of the mist wrote: A padawan, Jedi Knight, Jedi master, these are titles earn not given, as with gandalf. I personally think that Jedi should help the helpless, serve their communities with respect and compassion. A Jedi should try to help heal this wounded and torn world not sit back and cherish the title given but give a name to the title. That's what I had to say, but anyone who would aspire to become a Jedi in my opinion wants to add not take away that is for the sith, for they are takers.

Life is not so clearly compartmentalized my friend, we have Sith here at the Temple, and the line between Jedi and Sith is alot thinner than you might like to think. Less judging, more observing... ]]>HumourMon, 22 May 2017 13:36:22 +0000May the Silence of the Force be with you all! - by: Kasmerhttps://templeofthejediorder.org/forum/Humour/118210-may-the-silence-of-the-force-be-with-you-all#283378
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]]>HumourSun, 07 May 2017 19:57:42 +0000On the job - by: Omhu Cusporhttps://templeofthejediorder.org/forum/Humour/118014-on-the-job#281446
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My first job was in an orange juice factory, but I got canned. I couldn't concentrate.

After that, I tried being a lumberjack, but I couldn't cut it. They gave me the axe.

So then for a time I worked as a muffler repairman. I quite because I was exhausted.

I made an attempt to work as a doctor. Unfortunately I didn't have the patients for it.

After a break, I found my way to being a fisherman, but had to give that up too as I didn't have any net income.]]>HumourFri, 21 Apr 2017 06:00:42 +0000The Jedi Everyone Wishes To Be?... - by: Proteushttps://templeofthejediorder.org/forum/Humour/117968-the-jedi-everyone-wishes-to-be#280917
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]]>HumourSat, 15 Apr 2017 22:28:48 +0000Teacher Humour - by: OnistarSykosishttps://templeofthejediorder.org/forum/Humour/117804-teacher-humour#278728
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this is completely a fanfiction which will contain a lot of things that Disney's Star Wars is less likely to show, much less attempt to, especially make a "Star Wars Anime or Manga" [Japanese-styled Comic]. (no offense)

Also, Please contact/reply to me if you want to ask something, have any concerns, or it is pretty taboo to do it here. (but isn't the whole story of Star Wars an attack against the Current System? And a return to "more civilized methods and times?" My aim is to make the whole lore of it much more relevant today, "Manga and Comic Style". Or at least I can explain to you [in the strip] why Tatooine's Dome houses are the most ideal house for stormy countries... Which might lead you to let me tell more about the SW Universe... but until then, Taboo-loo in Naboo! )]]>HumourSat, 11 Feb 2017 01:11:11 +0000America first , the Netherlands second - by: baruhttps://templeofthejediorder.org/forum/Humour/117362-america-first-the-netherlands-second#275596
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Leia Bourdon wrote: I've back. It's been2 years I away. Wow!! Seem, I lost many trainings. And this site has changed. I have take some time to get used to it.. look like they added some features. Not all forums I can reply topics.

That's because you're still a guest. Once your membership is approved you'll be able to see and reply to a lot more]]>HumourMon, 24 Oct 2016 13:57:48 +0000Copies from a copy - by: Senanhttps://templeofthejediorder.org/forum/Humour/116104-copies-from-a-copy#259876
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This totally made me think of this scene from the movie Road Trip. Fast Forward to the 1:44 mark. "Did you make a copy? 'Cuz if you made a copy we could watch the copy."

We are soo gonna have a Jedi Karaoke one day ]]>HumourFri, 27 May 2016 06:02:32 +0000This bust me out laughing - by: MadHatterhttps://templeofthejediorder.org/forum/Humour/114936-this-bust-me-out-laughing#241876
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]]>HumourSun, 22 May 2016 23:02:45 +0000"There has been an Awakening" - by: User22414https://templeofthejediorder.org/forum/Humour/114790-there-has-been-an-awakening#240289
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]]>HumourThu, 05 May 2016 14:58:34 +0000Three Little Words - by: Snowy Aftermathhttps://templeofthejediorder.org/forum/Humour/114789-three-little-words#240243
https://templeofthejediorder.org/forum/Humour/114789-three-little-words#240243HumourWed, 04 May 2016 21:21:30 +0000The Martial Art of Pat-a-Kai - by: Gokenhttps://templeofthejediorder.org/forum/Humour/114768-the-martial-art-of-pat-a-kai#239978
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https://templeofthejediorder.org/forum/Humour/114110-the-locksmith-s-best-night#238527inside her car with the keys. She had shut off the car and set the alarm while she was still sitting in the driver's seat. The alarm was going off and she was so panicked that she couldn't find the automatic door lock button to unlock them and get out. She was so grateful when she escaped that I couldn't even laugh.]]>HumourWed, 20 Apr 2016 16:04:47 +0000The Terrible Truth Star Wars Fans Can't Admit - by: MAGNUShttps://templeofthejediorder.org/forum/Humour/114595-the-terrible-truth-star-wars-fans-can-t-admit?start=10#238039
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Sent from my XT1254 using Tapatalk]]>HumourFri, 15 Apr 2016 22:18:13 +0000Two kinds of people - by: E-3_4L_Teeterhttps://templeofthejediorder.org/forum/Humour/114589-two-kinds-of-people#237765
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https://templeofthejediorder.org/forum/Humour/114547-cookie-monster-iphone-6#237294HumourSat, 09 Apr 2016 19:11:24 +0000Almost April (Fools Day) - by: Gokenhttps://templeofthejediorder.org/forum/Humour/114473-almost-april-fools-day#236362
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Jestor wrote: If both the 'pranker' and 'prankee' agree to the 'games', well, who am I to say other wise...

This is another good point. Know your audience. For example, I pull no pranks directly on my boss. She has a sense of humor but not a pranky one. Same for my mother. Or my fiance. Or one of my old roommates. Learned that lesson really fast.]]>HumourThu, 31 Mar 2016 15:34:37 +0000The Yodeling Veterinarian of the Alps - by: TheDudehttps://templeofthejediorder.org/forum/Humour/114474-the-yodeling-veterinarian-of-the-alps#236256
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www.ntsouthwest.co.uk/2014/04/putting-th...vebury-stone-circle/
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https://templeofthejediorder.org/forum/Humour/114448-humor-schrodinger-s-prophet#235985HumourMon, 28 Mar 2016 03:02:40 +0000When machinist get bored - by: OB1Shinobihttps://templeofthejediorder.org/forum/Humour/114434-when-machinist-get-bored#235927
https://templeofthejediorder.org/forum/Humour/114434-when-machinist-get-bored#235927HumourSun, 27 Mar 2016 17:27:59 +0000Zen Cat - by: Edanhttps://templeofthejediorder.org/forum/Humour/114442-zen-cat#235864
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I personally purchased a ticket to see Marky-Mark. Said right there on the ticket.... Marky-Mark.
So I stand on that. There is my truth,hope it brought to you a smile.
If you have any similar, ide like to hear. I love a great story! A great real life one. Maybe over a pint some day...]]>HumourSat, 26 Mar 2016 17:39:27 +0000Dogs like socks. - by: Lightstriderhttps://templeofthejediorder.org/forum/Humour/114373-dogs-like-socks#234954
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